The dream weaver watched, unseen,
With critical eye, all observing, keen,
As princess sat, bosom heaving,
Good Knight for far end of the field was leaving,
Stood off, to one side, on hillock, grassed,
Dark witch lurked, Evil incarnate, unsurpassed,
Gloating in mind, that good Knight, will soon breath his last,
While adjusting sword, enjoying thought of coming task,
Deepest black ravens, circled overhead,
Chilling minder of things to come, and the dead,
Weaver, mind made up, Princess and good Knight, to defend,
Time and distance, did HE now bend,
Summon’d two Gods, for ALL are his subjects too,
Venus and God of War, to help good Knight his battle to do,
Goddess of love then cast a spell,
All around princess, so all would remain calm and well,
Mars, good Knights armour and sword did touch,
Gave it magic properties, equal to dark Knight’s, as much,
On horses now then at opposites, end to end,
Good Knight, eager to win and to princess his love intend,
Dark Knight waiting for trumpets to sound,
So she their destinies could confound..........